I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)

6) I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?

The rest of my first day at school went by pretty quickly. I had at least one of my new friends in every class, so luckily I didn’t feel so lonely anymore. I was feeling pretty damn cheerful. But that all came crashing down on me when I walked past Rocket in the corridor. Seeing him made me remember the past few days, and suddenly my happiness started becoming outweighed by confusion and worry. I waved to Rocket as I passed him, but he didn’t acknowledge me.

“Who was that asshole?” Hunter asked as we walked to our final lesson of the day, History.

“Oh…he’s just…”

“Who is Rocket to me anyway? Friend? Brother? Acquaintance?”

“He’s just some guy I know” I muttered. But I knew that he was much more than just some guy I knew, but I hadn’t figured out exactly what yet.

History went by very quickly. Hunter and I were trying to make origami shapes out of textbook paper and failing miserably.

“Look! It’s the Eiffel Tower!” Hunter showed me a piece of paper that he’d randomly scrunched up, and I had laughed at that for the rest of the lesson. After school, I went to our car, expecting Rocket to be there waiting for me, but he wasn’t. I expected he’d just got caught up with something and decided to wait. Five minutes went by. Then ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes.

I was starting to get a little concerned, so I went to go and look for him.

“This had better not be like the beach all over again. Why does he always have to run off like this?”

I had absolutely no idea where I was supposed to look. This school was huge and I hardly knew my way around at all. I wandered aimlessly around the side of the building until I heard menacing laughter echoing from around the corner. Pure curiosity compelled me to go and check it out, and I gasped in horror at what I saw. Three extremely tall and bulky jocks had Rocket pinned to the wall by his shirt. Each one of them was taking turns in delivering punches to him.

“You’re so fucking weird” one of them laughed. Then they punched him in the chest.

“Why wouldn’t you talk to anyone? You creep!” Punch.

“And why were you on your own all day?” Punch.

“He’s a fucking loser, that’s why” Punch.

“Come on! Say something, you fucking freak!” Punch.

Blood simply poured from Rocket’s nose and his face was badly bruised. However, he just stood there silently and took the beating. Not saying anything. Not even flinching. I had to intervene.

“Leave him alone!” I shrieked, making myself visible.

The tallest one smirked “Is this your girlfriend?”

All at once, they let go of Rocket and advanced on me. They had looked a lot smaller from around the corner. I became terrified as they closed me in.

“You think you can save him?” one asked, smirking a horrible, ugly smirk.

“I just want you to leave him alone” I tried to sound confident, but my voice came out as nothing more than a dry squeak “He doesn’t deserve this”

“Listen, little girl, if I were you, I’d just get out of here right know. This is none of your business…and I wouldn’t want to have to break that pretty little face of yours”

I stepped back timidly, but I told myself I wasn’t going to give in. I opened my mouth to continue the argument, but then realised that wasn’t necessary when the guy speaking to me was yanked backwards by his shirt, then, using all his strength, Rocket punched him in the face. He staggered backwards, and his two other burly compadres were too stunned to react quick enough.